sorry to hear funky.
((((((((((funkybegonia))))))))))
Your everlasting summer
You can see it fading fast
So you grab a piece of something
That you think is gonna last
You wouldnt know a diamond
If you held it in your hand
The things you think are precious
I cant understand
Chorus:
Are you reelin in the years
Stowin away the time
Are you gatherin up the tears
Have you had enough of mine
You been tellin me youre a genius
Since you were seventeen
In all the time Ive known you
I still dont know what you mean
The weekend at the college
Didnt turn out like you planned
The things that pass for knowledge
I cant understand
Chorus
I spend a lot of money
And I spent a lot of time
The trip we made in hollywood
Is etched upon my mind
After all the things weve done and seen
You find another man
The things you think are useless
I cant understand
Chorus
I’m feeling really, really depressed today. Most of this week actually. Some other circumstances on Monday and Tuesday really made me upset and hopeless, but today has been the worst, working busily at teh newspaper.
Usually doing obituaries at work doesn’t get me down…I don’t let it get personal, but I’ve been reading through them today…reading what the loving families wanted to say about their lost loved ones, and looking at all the positive things these people did with their lives. Then looking at the pictures of the old people, smiling happily in what was probably the last portrait of his/herself. ITS MAKING ME REALLY SAD TODAY!! UGH! I can’t stop thinking about the people I’ve lost in my life recently. I feel like no matter what I do with myself from day to day, I’m wasting time and will eventually regret the way I lived my life at the moment of my death.
I really like listening to Phish when I feel this way. This Mike’s song I’m listening to is poignant right now.
aw cheer up Hank.
i feel ya though. sometimes its good to be down sometimes, because it makes the ups that much better. I usually don’t feel sad a lot, but its ok when I do, since its nice to experience a different emotion. yup and this is why i’m an actor.
Assuming it’s 12-30-93! Listen for that Simple jam(i think) and let it remind you of just how simple life can be. We humans tend to complicate our own lives by paying to much attention to others. Puff some of that widow and remember, keep passing the open windows!
naw, my work computers suck (they block all downloading sites and for some reason my cd drive doesn’t recognize burnt audio cds) and I can only stream livephish. I think it was the 8.13.93 Mike’s, but isn’t that the one where Mike sings “Ya Mar Ya Mar Ya Mar Ya Mar” over the beginning part? or is that 8.2.93?
there was no Ya Mar being sung in this beginning.
^ Either way. My sentiments are still the same bro!
You try so hard
But you don’t understand
Just what you’ll say
When you get home
i wrote “it’s raining men”…or so the christmas babies told me.
I think my mom has gone completely nuts because the other day I went to her for some medical advice (since I don’t have healthcare!) because my ankles had really been hurting me, but they werent seriously injured. And she told me it was probably because I was fat. She told me to pick up some 12 packs and see how much it would hurt them. I just ignored her because she made no sense.
Then today she asked me how my ankles were doing and I told her that I got some homeopathic shit that my friend recommended for muscle and joint pain. She looked at it, and was like, “well you probalby should have listened to your mother.” And I’m like “yeah ok, my ankles hurt because I’m fat??” and then she started talking to me about the 12 packs again until I just totally went off on her and called her out of her bullshit. She is completely nuts, it makes no sense, and its frustrating. She is always on my case for whatever food I eat and its annoying. I understand that she is “looking out for me because she loves me” But I’m hardly fat, and its ridiculous. thanks for letting me vent on here, brahs. thanks for reading.
^No problem…
My mother gets on my nerves A LOT as well. It’s just the littlest of shit lately has been getting to me for some reason and I don’t know why. I’m sure it’ll pass though.
Or maybe it’ll just get worse…?
no it’ll probably pass, you’re right.
That is not shit. In the right hands it can work wonders. The general remedy for injury is Arnica. If you take it as soon as you get the injury you can take a smaller potency. If it’s an older injury you’ll need like a 1M. You would take one pill and dissolve it in 4oz of water… or a water/brandy mix (2oz of each). Then take a teaspoon of that. Be sure you haven’t eaten an hour before the dose… you need a clean mouth and don’t eat or drink for 15-20 min afterwards. Coffee and mint can antidote homeopathic remedies. You may need a follow up dose or a different remedy.
I’ve had a shoulder injury for months and treated it homeopathically and its doing much better. I also went to a physical trainer.
All this probably doesn’t help you but you get the idea that treating oneself with homeopathy is not as simple as someone giving you a remedy and popping a pill.
Yeah i just got the Arnica stuff and I love it. When I say “shit” that means “stuff”. I think my injury is probably older, its because ive been wearing pretty busted out flip flops for awhile and walk everywhere in them. Whats a 1M? Got any more advice?
^I’ll PM
funky and buster, you may be experiencing a parental behavior that’s pretty common, yet most parents are too busy to realize that they’re doing it. It’s called the “isn’t it time you left the nest?” syndrome. In spite of what they tell you, or want to admit to themselves, some parents get to a point in their lives, especially if they are over fifty, where, even though they love their children, they really don’t want to coexist with them in the same house.
It’s kind of hard to understand, especially if they’ve been fairly loving people right along, but being a parent takes a lot of time out of your life, consumes a great deal of your waking thoughts, and for some, drains family resources that might or should be earmarked for younger children in the family, or for things the parents have denied themselves for years because of you.
And as I intimated, it produces an internal conflict between the good and loving nuturer, and the individual human being who wants to reconnect with their spouse and begin enjoying things together without being worried so much about what and how you are doing with your life. This sometimes explains why the outward behavior they exhibit focuses on irrational things like personal habits, work goals, how you spend your time, and other things that are pretty far removed from the real issue.
On top of this, some parents haven’t let go of expectations for you, based upon what they thought you could do, not on what you might have wanted to do. As for you, funky, I could see where the acting thing is really annoying to them. It could take a long time to make any what they would consider “real money” from acting, so maybe you mom sees herself as needing to provide a “safety net” for you for longer than she had hoped to.
I’m not necessarily defending your parents here. We’ve all got to be responsible for our true motives for doing the things we do, and so should they. If they could relate some of their own emotions, embarrassing as it might be to tell your child, “look, your dad and I want to live alone because we want to run around the house naked like we did before you were born”, after you were grossed out, you would understand the emotion that’s driving their behavior and realize it isn’t something that you did or are that’s bothering them.
I guess this message is relevant to a lot of the OKP’ers who may still be living at home. Just be aware, as hard as it is to do, that your parents are pretty much just like you, with the same desires and fears, ups and downs. A lot of it they mask because of an urge to protect you from certain things, and sometimes they are embarrassed not to be the strong, responsible and in-charge person that created a safe enviornment for you to move around in without much insecurity.
But we’re all just bumbling ohkeepa’ers at heart, just as dazed and confused about things as everyone else. And just like everyone else, we try to keep this image of “coolness” up so you don’t get to see that frightened little person behind the curtain, trying to maintain control of a life that is anything but controllable.
Dammit I slept on my neck weird last night and now its mad sore. well this sucks.
Tombstone is my favorite kind of frozen pizza. Making one for lunch today.
^
What color was the box it came in?
hee hee, Neil said “box”